"Clueless ( F*ck Clue) - Jugga the Bully" genre: Hip Hop
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	Jugga solo joint...The illest dis track of 99. Also look for this song coming to mixtapes and hip hop radio shows near you.
	Label: UnderWorld Recordings Credits: Produced by DJ Kno for Knomercy Productions 1999
	Lyrics CLUELESS By JUGGA the BULLY Copyright 1999 Jugganaut Music UnderWorld Recordings HOOK You don't have a Clue When you disrespect the dirty south this how we do Got everyone from here to overseas dissin' too You don't get no respect here so Fuuuuuukkk Clue!! I open up Blaze and see these bums-all-dissin'-me Ernesto don't have a Clue like Unsolved-Mysteries When my album drops I'll be runnin'-ya'll-industry See me in person bet I get respect from-ya'll-instantly Fukk ya'll-sympathy--I call your bluff like card-playing Now you on the phone with those other faggot A&R's-sayin' "My bad, yo! I ain't know how butta-he-could-be" Next month you like ("New exclusive shit! Jugga-The-Bully!!!") Got folk askin' me "Why you got-beef-with-Clue? That dude got friends...." That's cool I got-people-too What I'm supposed-to-do? He gave me a wack-write-up Misrepresenting mine knowing that it's phat-like-butts This nigga couldn't scratch a record in a cat-fight-plus Your album sucks--wishin' you could rap-like-Touch You just juggle some nuts to get-a-few-exclusives And thought no one could tell you wack what the fukk is-you-stupid? I question your skills, trashin' every mag that got-you-in-it And I swear never heard nothin' hot-you-blended On my block-you-finished--I'm ambitious and-vicious And you gonna fall cuz real hip hoppers can't stand-bitches HOOK I heard-Clue's-hatin'--ya words-in-Blaze is circulatin' You ain't all that--niggas got you gased like service-stations In addition your tapes got too much reverberation You fukked up and brought an ATLien Earth-invasion What you didn't understand-the-story? "First Contact's" a metaphor about weed...it's self explanitory Guess you ain't get it...that's what I expect-though Fukk ya mix tape--you ain't special Ms. Ernesto With all that echo--tapes headed straight-for-trash-cans I seen you live...you couldn't mix if your name-was-Tascam Screamin' on all-ya-tapes to cover up all-the-mistakes That's why you never in DJ battles...you'd prolly-get-raped Put the plates on...what the fukk you waitin'-on? Got ya head spinnin' like those twelve hundreds you fakin'-on Puff made-you then that nigga Jigga saved-you Interscope paid-you--now Jugga the Bully just played-you I got no beef with artists gettin' run-on-ya-tapes But if they retaliate...then they, too, gettin' punched-in-the-face I heard you spin CD's anyway--what's-that-shit? Lately your tapes ain't been bangin'--it's just-wack-shit So fukk you...I won't even mention those other A&R's Trying to clone stars so broke they can't even afford cars I'm going far regardless--catchin' wreck-over-beats You just mad cuz ya ass don't get no respect-on-the-streets Yeah...I expected to see that lump-that's-in-ya-throat... I give ya A&R job two to three months-at-Interscope My shit-is-dope--kill that noise-and-try-me You the only deejay couldn't scratch if the wax had poison-ivy HOOK I guess you must’ve felt threatened-by-mine Either that or you too dumb to understand what I said-in-my-rhyme The song was complex Clue didn't comprehend-the-context While everyone who does is sweatin', complementin'-concepts You got yours why you hatin'-on-mine? And I know you Got back so fukk the gats this rap is breakin'-ya-spine I'm glad you dissed-me...and I still got love for New York City But this nigga's soft like titties--DJ Clue's a sissy Similar to some of the emcees on that wack-shit-he-play Fukk the gay rapper...Clue's the faggot-deejay Dis The Bully? You nuts like the condoms-I-skeet-in You wouldn't know original livin' in the Garden-of-Eden So pardon-the-beefin' but I got issues-with-dude Not only are your tapes Common, but the bitch-is-in-you That's why my real niggas no longer listen-to-you The President or The Professional ? Which-is-it-Clue? It ain't President cuz you got no campaign-funds If it won't for Jay-Z where would you get your champagne-from? It ain't Professional cuz your whole steez is amateur-night You wanted action? Well you got it like camera-lights Don't reply--not even Teamsters can manage-to-strike Got the soundman pissed cuz I damaged-the-mic It's like this: Recognize nigga get ya shit-straight And I might still supply exclusives for ya weak mix-tapes.... HOOK

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